Loveitraw

It's a definite no go for me. I've worn a lot of hats to end up where I am and one of those involved me having to go to a lot of different places and visit a whole spectrum of personalities. Some of them were amazing but some of those places, (and some of the people) made you want to wipe your feet as you stepped outside. I learned a long time ago that if it makes you pause professionally you sure as shit don't want to deal with it personally. When you're supposed to be having fun, and it isn't, you have to follow your own rulebook.

Don't often get too far out of Bristol. Though it's looking like I may need to find a few excuses for some trips south. A couple of beach days sound good to me!

A perfect life...🤔 I've always been fairly simple in terms of needs. I like the idea of being comfortable. I Don't need excessive wealth, and never having experienced it I wouldn't know what I was missing, but enough to not have to worry about purchases is always a good place to be. I live alone and I do sometimes think it would be nice to share but I definitely need someone who accepts my lifestyle and if they don't embrace it they certainly need to be able to cope with seeing different guys frequently. Fuck it, perfect would be everyone just accepting that some people need to slut it up from time to time.

That's been my experience in Bristol, and given the number of guys who come across from Cardiff I can only guess that rubber sales in the UK are down 😉

TBH I find the apps are only good for finding active cruising spots. Over this last year actual hook ups from the apps have been almost non-existent (understandably so). That said I can't remember the last time a top has even suggested wrapping up when I have been out. And before that I don't think I was ever asked at the sauna when it was open. I don't raise the subject myself and always decline when they are mentioned. I can count on one hand the number of guys who have refused a fuck when I say I only take it raw. Maybe this just says something about the guys I like...

I have answered no to both questions. A nice and straightforward response, but let me put some context that might help especially if you've ever read any of my fictions. I found this site a while ago, a while before I was diagnosed with HIV. It blew my mind and I blew some loads. It wasn't until I'd spent some considerable time here, reading, digesting and trying to understand what I was seeing. I was always a barebacker, I loved nothing more than letting guys fill me up, but the longer I spent here the more and more I was coming to the conclusion that I was following a chaser's path. What I didn't know, for all of this time, I was already poz. (hidden message, seriously, get tested) It progressed as it will untreated and while I carried on doing what I was doing I went full blown. I ended up with pneumonia and was very, very, fucking close to dead. This is where I consider myself lucky. I live in the UK and the NHS saved my life and brought me back from the brink. After a few very long and uncomfortable conversations about my life at that point I decided that meds was my way forward. Mostly because I quite simply didn't want to die. Because I had already spent so long here I feel I came to terms with things pretty damn quickly. Because I have always maintained personal fitness and, believe it or not, my general health I recovered well. My CD4 count climbed and my viral load has been undetectable from about 6 months after I was diagnosed. I intend this to remain the case. Now, I genuinely believe I would have actively chased had things not come to the conclusion they did, it was a path I was already a long way down. Conjecture is easy however and we can only deal with things the way they actually happen. I ended up poz, it was anticlimactic in as much as I never knew who bred me or even when it happened. I just ended up in a hospital bed full of tubes with a stern consultant talking very seriously to me. Since then I have enjoyed myself thoroughly. I'm undetectable. I disclose it on my profiles, I get checked out regularly and am always quite amazed at how calm the clinic staff are when I discuss my sexual screens. I consider the chance that STDs will happen because no matter how many measures you take to reduce risks if you bareback you take risks. But I'm not looking for them, at all. If you've made it this far, I commend you, I want to say that everything I've just said is entirely personal to me. If this gives a perspective you haven't considered, cool. I don't judge if you disregard everything either, your choice. As far as I'm concerned this site has shown me that acceptance starts with yourself, cliché I know 🙄, but it definitely helps having others who recognise and understand what is going on. Just be careful of sounding off in an echo chamber. Have fun guys!

This was my answer to an earlier thread about learning to wank. It's kind of a similar theme. To expand the answer somewhat, when I first learned about masturbation and how good it felt I didn't fantasise about anything directly. It was much more abstract. All sensation without any context. It felt good and I like feeling good ergo I did it. I can't speak for anyone else's experiences but when I was a kid you didn't have to look far for porn and when I discovered it it was a game changer. I grew up in the 80's so by the late 80's, early 90's I was wanking pretty much constantly. No home Internet but there were plenty of magazines available and some of the "rougher" newsagents, (if you remember the days you know what I am talking about) had some continental titles that gave a thorough education. To start with I discovered my older brothers stash of Mayfair and Club magazines. All very interesting to a boy just learning but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Although in one copy of Mayfair I distinctly remember reading a story about bisexuality and it described guys sucking each other off in detail. This one I read and re-read avidly while stroking knowing I wanted to learn all about this side of things. With this new found knowledge about guys enjoying each other I started looking at things differently. Very differently. I knew enough not to discuss it with mates for fear of being labelled a fag, or worse getting a kicking, but I was looking for new ways to learn and find out everything I could. Back to the newsagents I mentioned earlier. One such place near my childhood home sold books, magazines and if you were bold enough to ask, had a back room with bootleg vhs porno. If you had the confidence the old guy who was always there, every day, all day, never asked your age or cared what you took to him to buy. He catered to every taste. And I learned from those early forays into illicit pornography exactly what men could do with each other and how much I really liked the look of it. From then on every wank was all about my burgeoning desire for cock.

True that!

All of this👆 Also, I can happily admit to loving being stretched. I like big cocks and big toys. But appearance often deceives. Just because a guy is packing doesn't mean he's great in the sack. I've had perfectly average sized Tops make me see stars while some of the bigger guys I've hooked up with have been entirely forgettable. A cock is not a sex toy; there's someone at the other end and if you don't click together it ain't never going to be great. If you're into random hookups just keep looking you'll find the right guy but how it works out is up to you. Otherwise find other ways to play out your size fantasy. Toys and sheaths will open you up in ways cock never will and in the hands of someone who knows what they are doing you'll beg for a repeat.

I love comparing these kind of notes 😈 Public toilets - too many times to list. Public parks - ditto In a Pub toilet Next to the Pub in the car park. Alley way behind shopping centre. Service yard of an industrial estate Bent over the bonnet of my car parked in a layby just as rush hour was starting. In the back of a taxi parked next to the pavilion entrance for Bristol zoo. (It was the taxi driver) In an underpass under the local ringroad, it was at night so not quite so exposed. In a churchyard On a golf course. In the dunes on the beach. Under the pier. Motorway service station toilets and car park. Backstage at a certain music festival that rhymes with asstonbury 😉 At the gym. In the gym sauna. In the showers at the swimming pool. Fuck now I start listing these I think I might really be a slut! 😱

Mr Hankey's "Seahorse." It comes in various sizes and is great for stretching you open. The attached pic is the large model, there is a xl and an xxl available though those are definitely not for the faint of heart😈

I've read this a few times and it's definitely hit the spot each and every time. Easily the best thing I've read on here for a while so thanks for arousing and showing us how it's done!

I prefer a verbal fuck, not necessarily talking as such but vocalisations of the pleasure. I've had a few silent tops but the only one who ever put me off was the one who kept telling me to shut up. Soz, not happening!

To come out and start experimenting a lot sooner. I know what I like and I certainly know what I liked back then so I just need to give myself a push to go for it. Oh yes and when this crazy eyed guy turns up and starts talking about Bitcoin, ffs listen!

Well now, this whole conversation has become a deep dive into status dynamics and it is very interesting to read everyone's takes. I'm actually impressed with how calculated most of the responses seem to be because this could easily be a minefield of being, unwittingly perhaps, abusive. I'm finding myself nodding as I read through thinking to myself, "Good point." I like that vehement disagreement has largely been avoided. For what it's worth I agree with you. No, not you specifically, the general "You." Because this is such a broad spectrum with so many myriad answers to why such behaviours happen we each have our understanding. The previous post mentions two types for submissives and dominants. I think those types definitely exist, but I believe it's much more complicated than that. Status, class, caste. Sure these things exist, we all know they exist even if we wish they didn't. Some of us are lucky enough to be solvent and born in a world where they, largely, don't matter. Not everyone is and I think that belief in a tier system makes you identify strongly within it. Sexual politics often flies in the face of this. A dominant in the boardroom is often the one begging for chastisement whilst your humble manservant will probably be the one with the collection of flogs, plugs and restraints. A generalisation but I hope it illustrates how dynamics often switch through a sexual filter. I do agree that there are good and bad doms. Just as there are stronger and weaker subs. I deliberately choose those descriptives because it's the dom's responsibility to, as you say, nurture the relationship. Being either dominant or submissive is a mind set and once in that head space it can be challenging to "wake up." I am sexually submissive, naturally. I respond better to a dominant partner, someone who mentally and physically challenges me. I love giving up control and being someone's plaything. I am not some broken toy who just anyone can enjoy breaking further. It's a strange relationship to see from the outside, but it is a relationship. For my understanding a sub has to prove their worth but equally a dom has to earn their right to that sub. I know abusers exist and there are those who are easily victimised. I've seen them and met them in previous roles I have fulfilled. Victims need building up and reassurance of worth. Its not easy and it won't always help. Abusers, fuck those guys. 'Nuff said.

Food for thought. I can only say that from my experiences I have never felt shame or humiliation from being fucked or offering myself up to be fucked. In fact the last time I was bred was in a cottage stall while some other guys stood outside listening to me getting pounded. After we finished and rearranged our clothes he left and I walked out a few seconds later with a huge grin on my face knowing everyone else knew exactly what had just happened. As I drove away I was gigling and was actually buoyant for the rest of the day because it felt so good. This is not to say that shame and humiliation cannot be great tools in the sex itself. I love a controlling Top. I love verbal during a hard fucking especially when a Top calls me slut, or bitch. During sex I want to be owned. Once the sex is over, however, we are on an equal footing. Cliche time: Yes I am a fuckhole to be used; also I'm a person. Fail to see that side of things and you'll never get to experience the other. My pride is quite intact.

I fucking love Tom Hardy. Born on the same day I keep hoping for a present from him; you're absolutely right he looks like he'd be a total beast in bed.

Plenty of interesting origin stories here. I remember vividly how I got started, essentially I was a very horny young man even though I didn't know it at the time. I basically used to rub myself up against things to create very pleasurable sensations, more or less like a horny puppy. It genuinely never occurred to me to take things in hand, so to speak. Long story short; I was caught one day by one of my older brother's friends who found it deeply amusing but was kind enough to explain a better way that would let me be more discrete. I never looked back.

I was still in school in the 80's, although there were definitely signs as to which way I was headed🤷‍♂️. I voted never(WTF) because, although I know about it, I have literally never seen it used. I do remember the watch thing which made me chuckle because I always wear my watch on my right wrist. (I'm left handed BTW just to confuse things.)

I know what we should all have answered, but there have been too many occasions where the urge has overcome caution. So I have still met with a fuckbuddy more than a few times and I've hit cruising spots a couple of times with mixed results. Whilst I haven't been seeking group scenes for the last year I will confess to venturing out more often since I've had the vaccine.

Down in Bristol here but for a long time I've wanted to try a night on the heath taking loads. Wk- loveitraw Kik- AJBareback

So have I. Can't you tell? 😉

Ch.5 John was thrusting hard into me making me grunt each time he bottomed out inside me. My fingers were pressed tight to my car bonnet as if I was trying to push through it. This time, as he fucked me John was mostly silent apart from his heavy breathing. I was being pounded, naked, out in the open and now my fucking was being watched. Every thrust, every shake and every grunt of pleasure I made was fuelling the lust of this man who stood there stroking his thick headed cock leering at us as we coupled. I was staring at him, or rather more pointedly at his dick. It didn't look too long from my angle but the head was quite thick compared to the shaft and it seemed as if it was drooling a continuous stream of precum that pooled and ran over his fingers each time he ran his hand to the tip. I couldn't help myself from imagining how it would feel to have the ridge of that cock head scraping my inner walls and making my ring flare if he were to fuck me with the pace John was using on me. I licked my lips as I stared, it was unconscious but the smoking man clearly took it as a signal and he stepped closer. John seemed more than happy to share the spoils of my body. I felt his hand slide up from my hip and grip the back of my neck. Without breaking rhythm John twisted me away from the car and held me bent over with my head now at the perfect height for our new companion to put my mouth to use. Something he didn't hesitate to do. That fat cock head was pushed to my lips and I almost had time to murmur my reticence at this change of pace but it was cut off as that cock filled my mouth and I was moaning around the rigid shift as he slowly began his own fuck motion between my lips. Naked, spit-roast between two eager tops in plain view of anyone who could pass by and my body was responding to this treatment. The combination of domination and my own humiliation had my cock hard and swinging under me as each man was pumping into me at either end. It was a side of me that was clearly blossoming into who I thought of myself as. Submissive, check! Cumdump, check! Shameless public fucktoy, big old check! OK then I may as well enjoy it then! These were the thoughts coursing through me as I found myself reaching up and holding onto the hips of the smoking man as I began sucking him in earnest. At the same time I was trying to alternate my pushes to maximise John's penetration of my fuckhole so he would hit that sweet spot deep inside me with each slapping thrust. "There's that pig I saw earlier!" John said as he firmly slapped my arse cheek making me buck my hips on his dick. "You're fucking loving this aren't you slut?" I moaned loudly around smoking man's cock but he wasn't giving me any chance to speak, he was holding my head and doing his very best to shove down my throat. I was lucky he was only thick, if he was any longer I think he would have choked me and the state I was in I would have just gone along with it. They began alternating, pulling me backwards and forwards between them. Taking it in turns to take their pleasures from me, each of them building to the obvious crescendo. I, well I was happy to be the holes they had chosen to enjoy. I was grunting at each of their thrusts, moaning in appreciation as they used me, spanked me and otherwise showed me up to be the slut they said I was. That my cock was dripping as it swung under me was all the proof I needed that I was in the right place. The pleasure that was coming over me in waves as John fucked me was unlike any orgasm I'd ever had. It was like my whole body was tensing and relaxing at the same time and this was allowing the smoking man to fuck my mouth freely as I was basically a drooling mess for him to enjoy. I can't describe it other than I was happy. All things must come to and end and as John pounded my hole hard and fast then gripped me tight I knew he was jetting one more load up inside me. He squeezed my arsecheeks affectionately as he withdrew his softening dick and then set about gathering his clothes. "Slut's all yours now." He said to the smoking man and to me he said, "Hope you get what you want. See you again." With that he left. Up to this point I had still been sucking the smoking man's cock but he now pushed me of of his spit soaked member. "Bend over the car like you was when I got here." I did as told and as soon as I was in position he was behind me his hand spreading and kneading my cheeks. The cold air on me made me feel like my hole must be gaping open but he must have liked what he saw. "Nice fucking hole." He shoved two fingers up me and started sawing them in and out. "Nice and wet and open you dirty bitch." I didn't say anything but I knew it was true that is exactly what I am. I responded by pushing onto his fingers, by squeezing and pushing my hole out. "Fuck Yes you dirty boy thats a hot fucking hole." I revelled in the praise and pushed harder. I wanted, no needed to be the slut now. Smoking man pushed harder to me and moaned. "Keep pushing dirty boy I'm almost in." Almost...wait what. Then the fullness became apparent and I almost screamed out in the mix of pain and pleasure that burst through me as his hand pushed through my ring and my hole slid over his wrist. I was panting. Nothing this big had ever been in me I tried to move forward but he was pushing forward too and I had a car in front of me. "Fuck look at that!" He sounded awe struck behind me. "Your fucking hole looks so good stretched out like this." I could only pant and moan as he started a backward pressure and the thickest part of his hand popped out of me. "Uuunnhhh!" The noise I made as he shoved his hand back inside me echoed around the car park. He forced his hand backward once more and I braced as best I could for the next push but instead he fell against my arse and my hole swallowed his cock all the way. "I love fucking a wrecked hole." Was all he spat as he set up his pace. He fucked hard and deep for a few moments before adding, "I might have opened you up a bit to much there boy." He rested his hand next to me and I could see streaks of blood across his fingers. I tensed and he chuckled. "It's not that bad, you'll be fine and your hole will probably go back to normal...if you can leave it alone that is." I knew what he meant and as he kept fucking me I knew that I would need to feel stretched like that again. Leaning in he began talking into my ear I could tell from his breathing that he too was getting close to unloading. "Ready for my load boy?" "Yes please." Was as much as I could mutter, I was still shaking all over from everything that had already happened. "Good boy. I knew you'd let me cum in this hot fuckhole. Knew you wanted all the loads you could get. That's why I wanted to tear you up a bit." "What d'you mean?" I managed to spit out as he pressed me down still pumping hard away at me. "You fucking know boy. I heard you talking as that other boy fucked you. You don't just want loads in you do you? You want loads like I'm about to give you. Going to breed you properly. Give you all my poz cum right up your torn cunt." He was talking faster and fucking faster too. I wasn't just taking it either, I was pushing my sloppy used arsehole onto him as hard as he was fucking into me. "Fuck yes! Breed me!" I shouted out into the night as loudly as I could as he shook and fucked his poisonous cock as far into me as he was able. His sperm jetting into me washing down the stretched and scratched walls of my anus filling me in the way that, he was right, I craved.

Glad I managed to hit the right notes! There will be more to this I just had a few free days to get the start sorted now I have to fit things around working. I will post more soon.

Ch.4 "Oh shit!" I was on edge. I had several fingers plunged deep into my hole pressing on my prostate and my other hand was firmly gripping and tugging at my hard, precum slick dick. The thought of being seen added an extra level to this and insanely I needed to be seen, to be exposed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I was groaning and panting as I could feel my orgasm pushing that point of no return. SLAM The door of the car next to me had opened and closed and the unmistakable noise of footfalls crunched the gravel. "Fuck Yes!" I don't know how loud I cried out as the first jet of cum launched itself from the head of my dick but anyone next to the car would have plainly heard. I grunted several more times as sperm erupted from me. My fist rapidly pumping my cock as my fingers burrowed and squirmed deep inside me from behind. My climax subsided and I slumped into my seat. I looked out of my window and could only see the body and hands of, presumably, the driver of the car now parked next to mine. His hands were busy too as he pumped his cock hard and fast. Obviously encouraged by my display. I pressed the window control and as it lowered I could hear the guy grunting as he fisted his cock right there in front of my face. Even though I had just had one hell of an orgasm I was still in that horny afterglow. I raised myself and half leaned through the window. He was so close I could easily run my tongue over his cockhead. "Yessss!" He hissed through clenched teeth as I licked at the thick knob and savoured his flavour. He let go of himself and grabbed my head to press his dick between my lips and began to push across my tongue to the back of my throat. I don't know if you've ever tried to suck cock through a car window? But it's not a comfortable position, especially from the drivers seat. I managed to last for a few minutes without choking but I was awkwardly twisted and I needed to move. As I pushed myself away from his, admittedly, delicious cock I pulled the handle of my door to swing it open. To give us both easier access I swung my legs out and slipped to my knees on the ground in front of him and looked up as he started wanking over my face. As I looked up I realised it was John, the top from when I first arrived. He grinned down at me, "I hoped I'd still find you here. I hope you didn't have to settle for just a wank?" I raised my eyes to look at him as I licked from his balls to the tip of his cock and as I flicked my tongue across his piss-slit I shook my head. He chuckled and jovially shook his head at my display, "Fuck, I wish I'd met you before. How many loads have you taken then?" "Just the one." I replied before sliding his dick once more into my mouth. He sighed as I began to bob my head in earnest trying to show him how good I was at sucking cock. I might not have been hugely practiced but I was definitely fucking keen. "That'll have to do." John pushed me back and looked down at me. "Take it all off. I want you naked." I'm not sure why I complied without question. What I do know is I stripped completely in seconds. I wasn't exactly fully dressed to begin with but now, naked and outside, I felt vulnerable in a way I never had...and I liked it. John pulled me to my feet and led me to the front of my car and pushed me face down over the bonnet. "Stay there!" he commanded and it never entered my mind to do otherwise. He pushed the door of my car shut and turned to me, "This is what you wanted earlier isn't it?" As he walked back to me he started shucking his own clothes until he stood behind me as naked as I was. I remained still, bent at the waist my hands pressed to the surface of my car. I was nervous and excited, knowing what was about to happen, very conscious of how public this was and definitely wanting it. I heard him spit and then felt him press his whole body to mine. His rigid cock was pointed straight at my hole and thanks to the earlier fuck and my own playing he slid all the way in without pause. "Fuuuuuck!" Was my own gutteral cry as he went from sliding in to pumping me steadily in the space of a heartbeat. "Oh yes, your arse feels so good on my cock." He was still leaning across my back as he rocked his hips to keep his dick pistoning into me and as he fucked me he was talking right into my ear. "I knew you'd be a good fuck when I saw you earlier. So fucking quick to drop to your knees. A real cumdump desperate to get fucked." "I am! I am! Please fuck meee!" Whatever he said, whatever he wanted, I knew right then I would agree to it and do it without hesitation so long as that cock kept delving into me just as it was. "Please cum in me." I panted as I pushed myself harder onto his cock, "I want you to breed me." I don't know where that thought came from but it's what I wanted, to be bred to be the receptacle for his seed. "Oh I'm going to you fucking slut," John hissed in my ear as he thrust harder his hips slapping against me which echoed out into the night air. I was losing it, my back was arched from pleasure. There was pressure deep inside me that was growing and insistent my own cock was responding to the relentless assault on my prostate. My dick was swinging and leaking with every penetration and I was delirious. "Please, please..." I was moaning over and over. John for his part never slowed he just kept pounding away at my fuckhole making me his. "Are you...?" I left the question unasked, almost afraid of what it would mean if I actually finished my thought. John thrust extra hard at that pressing me firmly against my car. "Am I what?" His mouth was at my ear again and I could hear his ragged breathing. "Am. I. What?" Three short sharp punches of his dick deep inside me in time with his words. "P..p...poz?" I managed to gasp. I had clenched my eyes shut. I didn't want this fuck to end. But I also wanted his cum in me, no matter the answer, I knew I was just there to be used now. As if reading my mind John simply replied, "Does it matter?" As he shoved all the way into my arse and ground himself against me. "You know you want my cock anyway." "I do. I do. I do." My mind was stuck on that idea. His cock. His wonderful fucking cock deep inside me, owning me. I felt John grip my hips as he sped up his fucking and he raised himself so he was standing. Both of us naked in the open air fucking hard. It was too much for me and I shuddered, my whole body shook and I know my arsehole clenched around John's cock as my cum began to pulse from my own untouched dick. John only lasted a few more strokes before he shoved balls deep and I felt him tense then relax as his cock pulsed spraying his sperm to paint my insides. Once again he fell across my back and he kissed my neck and then my ear as he whispered to me, "You never asked about status so I figured it didn't matter. Just so you know I'm undetectable at the moment." "I..I'm sorry...I didn't mean...I just.." I didn't know quite how to articulate it. I didn't want to offend and I really did want him to fuck me over and over and over, and somehow mid fuck with my mind all over the place I thought I had slipped up. "Shhhh, its OK. We both wanted the same thing kind of. You wanted fucking and I wanted to fuck." I relaxed a little as John made everything clear. "I'm guessing you're neg at the moment?" I nodded and he continued. Somehow his whispering in my ear made this intimate and private despite the very public setting. "What you choose is upto you, but I can tell you that if you keep coming here, taking loads like this. You'll be poz before you know what's hit you." He rocked his hips and I realised he was still hard inside me. He stood again and began thrusting hard. Having just cum I was overly sensitive and all I could do was moan at this new onslaught of my fuckhole. "Let's make sure you're nice and lubed up for what you want cunt!" There was a sting to his words but my body responded and my back arched again as the pleasure rocked me causing me to look up. It was only then I realised that smoking man was now stood next to my car, rock hard cock in hand and he had clearly been enjoying the show.